Yi Mu's opponent was the eyeliner-wearing man next to him.
It wasn't until he stood up that Yi Mu noticed the man with eyeliner was wearing a tight leather jacket, which was so tight it was distorted.
The key point is that it's not big at all, and I don't know where he gets his confidence from.
Xiang Cong handed Yi Mu the special weapon he was holding just before he went on stage.
It has a short handle, and the packaging bag is made of black satin with a few golden bamboo leaves embroidered on it.
Yi Mu untied the knotted rope and pulled out the object—an ordinary ivory folding fan made of paper.
The fan surface is a deep blue color, without any inscription or signature. On the large fan surface, there are only a few golden dots of varying sizes, like stars in the night sky.
Xiang Cong whispered to Yi Mu, "I specially asked for this for you. It's better looking than theirs, right?"
Yi Mu couldn't help but turn around and glare at him.
"Are you stupid? What else can this thing do besides showing off?"
Xiang Cong curled the corners of his mouth: "Who says only blades and firearms can hurt people? Don't forget, the edges of paper are also extremely sharp."
Upon hearing this, something flashed in Yi Mu's eyes. He turned around, pinched Xiang Cong's butt, and winked at him, saying, "I'll give you a reward tonight."
Xiang Cong's eyes burned with passion. If the occasion weren't so inappropriate, Yi Mu certainly wouldn't have uttered any flirtatious words by now.
Yi Mu's opponent held a long, black stick that exuded a chilling aura that made people want to stay away.
I heard that it was a weapon used by the ancestor. He's really capable of getting his hands on such a sacred artifact.
The other person walked onto the field, having taken off their trench coat to reveal an eye-catching leather jacket, and their leather boots covered in studs were even more unconventional.
Compared to the opponent's flashy tactics, Yi Mu's were much simpler.
His cloak was in the way, so he took it off and gave it to Xiang Cong for safekeeping. He was only wearing a black turtleneck sweater.
Because of her exquisite features and clear, moon-like demeanor, even when her face is pale, she does not appear cold or stern, but rather exudes an air of refined elegance.
A comparison of the two reveals a clear superiority.
The opponent seemed particularly confident because he had a powerful artifact, and attacked without warning.
There is a skill in country Z that can move mountains with minimal effort.
The paper fan met the hard black iron rod by a hair's breadth, and the vampires either gloated or sneered.
Only Xiang Cong stood motionless, his expression calmer than ever before.
He believed in Emu.
The black iron rod lashed straight at Yi Mu's brow. Seeing that Yi Mu did not move, the other party smiled triumphantly.
They were probably terrified; they really have no sense of right and wrong.
Yi Mu moved, and the folding fan in his hand struck the iron rod.
Despite being an extremely fragile object, it sparked a flame the moment it collided with hard steel.
With a clang, the vampires present all changed their expressions.
I had long heard of the mysterious martial arts of China, and seeing them today has truly broadened my horizons.
Sometimes, the line between strength and weakness is not about actual skill, but about mindset.
Ever since Yi Mu showed off that skill, the eyeliner guy has clearly lost his confidence.
Although he swung the stick with great flair, he only had strength but didn't know where to start.
Using the original owner's knowledge of acupoints, Yi Mu touched various acupoints on the eyeliner-wearing man's body with the fan.
The man with the eyeliner could clearly sense that something was wrong with his body. The more he felt something was wrong, the more terrified he became, and in the end, he made a complete mess of his actions.
As a final move, Yi Mu turned his back and poked the eyeliner-wearing man's forehead with his fan.
The man with eyeliner was forced to his knees, his face looking very pale.
Yi Mu calmly withdrew his fan, then opened it with a whoosh, revealing his first smile of the night: "You lost. Utterly defeated."
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